At the same time I know that it’s not really their fault, at least not completely. I did my part too. I did it on a hundred different days and in a thousand different ways, and I know it. But this makes the anger worse, not better.

No guest rooms.” I shake my head resolutely. “I want to be in a room room. A lived-in room.

Nobody ever said life was fair.

There are more of us than you think.

If he were less well trained, and less careful, he would say hate. But he can’t say it; it is too close to passion, and passion is too close to love, and love is amor deliria nervosa, the deadliest of all deadly things: It is the reason for the games of pretend, for the secret selves, for the spasms in the throat.

For the first time in my life I've done something for me and by choice and not because somebody told me it was good or bad.

That’s what you do for family. Anything.